(I realize the header is gone, gimme a moment to fix it)
“Birthday party?” They both voices, a visible look of confusion on their face. “If there was a birthday party, wouldn’t there a lot of people?” Alexis asked. She was bombarding the poor girl with questions. Maybe she should stop- but at the same time she shouldn’t.
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||Alexis Reeves | 11 | Female | Adrien/open||
post w/Adrien.
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|| Stitches | 35 | Female |Rain/Gregory||
She tried her best to calm herself, in which she somewhat succeeded, her arms remaining by her side and her legs stopped trying to throw her off balance.
She really didn’t try to calm herself just for her- no. She did it because of the child... and the one that ran in the corner.
Stitches ticked and glanced at Rain. Yep. Probably watched the whole thing unravel, “ “Sorry kid... that you have to deal with this,” she sat down in the arm chair, still trying to calm herself, thinking about what he boy said about the tv show.
TV show? Did they really make a TV show based on Afton. Of all serial killers?
No way she was going to look that up now. When was the last time she payed her cable bill?
Yesterday, actually, so the tv is still good to watch.
She twitched and looked at the man in the corner, along with the bunny. She stayed in her chair. “Afton isn’t fictional,” how the irony works in this situation really shows, “Yes he’s dead,” which hopefully it would remain that way as she didn’t not want to see his face ever again, “But...” she ceased talking. She’s not going to continue this conversation.